This would be a theme I repeated throughout the day. I put everything back together and then checked the tire again. I decided to have breakfast, pack everything up, and clean up the hotel room a bit, just to give the tube time to fail before I went through the hassle of reinstalling the tire. I installed the patch and inflated the tube, waiting for the inevitable failure. This morning, I decided to patch the original tube that had lasted the first 4500 miles. If that didn’t work, the one and only bike shop in town opened at 1:00 on Thursdays. As it was close to midnight, I gave up and decided I’d try again in the morning. I eventually got the tire back on, but the second tube also did not hold air. In the process of wrestling the tire back on to the rim, the tire iron flew up and took a significant chunk of skin off my nose, which then proceeded to bleed profusely. When I went to inflate it, the tube didn’t even pretend to hold air. I dutifully removed the wheel, removed the tube, discovering it was definitely pinched, and installed a spare. I inflated the tire before heading off in search of dinner and when I got back to the room, the mystery was clearly solved. The leak was very slow so it was difficult to tell. ![]() When last I checked in, I was killing time in a hotel room in Silverton, dodging raindrops and wondering if I actually had a flat tire. Turns out, it just all spilled over into today. I posted early yesterday so missed out on a lot of the action.
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